"Thirty million, payable over one year," Wu Xiaoshan replied.
Upon hearing these words, Yang Ying instantly sat up in bed, her heart churning like tumultuous waves.
She remembered clearly that after several discussions with Chen Jie, they hadn't come to an agreement, yet how long had it been since Wu Xiaoshan learned of this from her, and he got the installment plan all settled?
Most crucially, Chen Jie didn't even ask for a penny in interest. How... how did he manage that?
It took who knows how long for Yang Ying to finally come to her senses, and she still asked with some uncertainty, "Are you sure you aren't joking?"
"I'm not joking," Wu Xiaoshan said with a chuckle, "If you still don't believe me, I'll bring the contract back for you to see after I sign it."
Seeing Wu Xiaoshan go to these lengths, Yang Ying could only hang up the phone half-believing, half-doubting.